Midnight Crescent

Area 79

At four o’clock they arrived in swarms. Elijah leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixated straight ahead, as a dull hum vibrated through the air. The sound grew louder as they scattered around the courtyard and Elijah’s spine tensed in readiness. He had to strike quickly. Night came quicker in the north and Area 79 wasn’t the type of place you wanted to get caught after dark. It was a place without decency, free from those who believed in edicts handed down from the skies, where only the criminals and poor survived. Or so Elijah had been told.